Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us. Marcel Proust More Quotes by Marcel Proust More Quotes From Marcel Proust An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates. Marcel Proust scentclimatesound In times like ours, where the growing complexity of life leaves us barely the time to read the newspapers, where the map of Europehas endured profound rearrangements and is perhaps on the brink of enduring yet others, where so many threatening and new problems appear everywhere, you will admit it may be demanded of a writer that he be more than a fine wit who makes us forget in idle and byzantine discussions on the merits of pure form. Marcel Proust byzantineprofoundart The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind. Marcel Proust moneyselfrelationship Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it. Marcel Proust depressionartthinking It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship. Marcel Proust sweetwarlying And wasn't my mind also like another crib in the depths of which I felt I remained ensconced, even in order to watch what was happening outside? When I saw an external object, my awareness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, lining it with a thin spiritual border that prevented me from ever directly touching its substance; it would volatize in some way before I could make contact with it, just as an incandescent body brought near a wet object never touches its moisture because it is always preceded by a zone of evaporation. Marcel Proust touchingspiritualorder It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused. Marcel Proust anorexiatearsinspirational A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. Marcel Proust lightinsomniasleep ...the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed. Marcel Proust organsstupiditynoses Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect. Marcel Proust intelligentspringpeople To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion Marcel Proust failingartistworld Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true. Marcel Proust literaturetimelying We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us past it, and then if we turn round to gaze at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible has it become. Marcel Proust adversitytakenlife The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day. Marcel Proust creation-of-the-worldcreationworld People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. Marcel Proust deathpeoplethinking She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy. Marcel Proust undiesboatfeet Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come. Marcel Proust unsatisfiedmoments Love is space and time measured by the heart. Marcel Proust best-lovetrue-lovemissing-you The courage of one's opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the "other side. Marcel Proust opinioneyesides Let us be grateful to people who make us happy. Marcel Proust thankfulthank-youappreciation
